Our meeting was supposed to start at 10:30, but 10:30 came and went. I was so nervous that he wouldn't show up, that every minute after that felt like an absolute eternity. At 10:45 when the secretary buzzed my office to announce his arrival, the sound of the phone and my tense nerves made me jump two feet off my seat.
I got up, straightened my skirt, fixed my jacket, took a deep breath of air before opening the door to go meet him.
There was nothing that could have prepared me for the man I saw standing in front of me.. He was definitely over six feet tall, thick black curly hair, clothes pulled tight over his smooth strong muscles all over his body, a strong jaw that makes a woman want to lick it, and the most delicious lips I had ever seen. Just looking at him brought dirty thoughts to my mind. But the worst thing was the smirk he had on his face, telling me he knew what I was thinking. I collected myself, shook his hand and led him into my office.
There were a lot of aspects to the presentation so I led him to the couch to be able to spread the presentation on the coffee table in front of us. For two hours I talked about our products, our services and how we could help his firm, basically the benefits of choosing us.
During the whole presentation, he kept leaning his body into me, brushing my thigh with his hands every time he went for a drink of his coffee. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying it, in all honesty, I could feel the moisture welling between my legs.
He was asking me so many questions, putting me on the spot every time, watching me whenever I would get nervous with a smirk on his face.
Finally he grabbed the folder out of my hands and put it onto the table along with him. He leaned into me and whispered,
"You're so fucking sexy when you're nervous, I knew I made the right choice when I asked for you."
The way his eyes were burning into me made me catch my breath.
All I managed to stammer was, "I'm sorry, what?"
His eyes were locked on mine as he whispered, " I want to know, do you like to get fucked like a whore?"
There was no fighting it now, I was wet, but we were in my workplace, and him a great potential client. I stood up, "I'm sorry Mr.Black, but I'm not sure what this has to do with the presentation and your account with us."
My mistake was that when I stood I didn't't move away from him. He grabbed my right thigh with his left hand and slipped his right hand right up my thigh, slipping his fingers between my panties and pussy. I couldn't hide what he could feel, I was wet, engorged and ready for him!
He slipped his index and middle finger into me, sliding them in and out of me. All I could do was gasp, painfully aware of my chest rising up and down as my breath quickened and my right leg moved of it's own accord to make more space for his hands.
He slipped his fingers out, rubbing my clit, working it, pinching it, flicking it, feeling it swell under his finger tips. He released my thigh so he could remove my panties, handing them to me.
"I'm going to make you cum, put those in your mouth so you don't scream." I couldn't even think about it, I just obeyed. He worked my clit until waves of pleasure washed all over my body almost making me fall over. My moans muffled, but my eyes opened wide as I whimpered as I came. He bent me over, on the couch, spreading my legs, unzipped his pants letting his hard cock spring out, and he drove into me. He grabbed my neck squeezing it with his left hand and pulled me towards him with his right. He rammed into me showing no mercy. The violence of his pounding made me cum again, and only the force of his right hand holding me stopped me from falling.
With his left hand he grabbed my panties out of my mouth, grabbed my hair and yanked me to my knees facing him.
"Lick your juices off my cock and balls." I did exactly as I was told until he grabbed my head shoving his cock right down my throat. I gagged and choked on him but didn't pull away.
He came into my mouth filling it with his salty taste. When he was done, he zipped his pants and sat on the couch, leaving me on the ground gasping for air, my make-up smeared, my hair messed up, my skirt at my waist and my panties in his hand.
"Sit down." He slipped my panties in his pocket, "I'm keeping these."
I sat next to him, "Now let's sign those papers." As I got up I tried to pull my skirt down, but he stopped me, " I want you like that." So for the next thirty minutes I sat next to him like that going over all the documents.
At the end he handed me his card, "this is my address, I want you there at eight tonight, I think with some work you could be the perfect little whore." He turned and left, leaving me to struggle to clean up and get dressed in case someone walked through the door.
I held his card in my hand knowing that at 8 pm that night I would be ringing his doorbell, curious to see what he would do to me.
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